Sometimes I Get My Way

Every now and then, all the skills of smothering, make that mothering, the two sons, mesh into a magical moment, and just like that, I get my way. "Why don't you stay over?" I ask the youngest, conveniently parked on the couch, with no sign of shifting gears and driving home. "Okay." "Why don't you stay over?" I ask the eldest, heading out for a 10-year high school reunion in Calabasas, with no desire to Uber back to the apartment at 3 a.m. "Okay." See how easy that is? Sometimes all it takes to turn back time is an empty bed and a pull-out sofa.